ThisIsMyLetterToTheWorld

I am blindfolded.

I cannot see.

She leads me through the woods.

Holding my hands and walking backwards.

I smile and laugh, feeling free.

She stops, and so do I.

What is it? I ask her.

Two years ago,

Change

Was the worst

Imaginable

Thing.

Thinking about how

Everything was finite

All of it,

Where do all the ideas go; where do they come from? I wonder, staring at a blank, bland document. A great tree of life, sparkling above, forever tucked away, just out of reach? And then the leaves rain down. There!

Dear Citizens of the World, there are so many issues, every direction you look, every person you talk to, they have their issue, animal abuse or cancer or fair treatment of farm workers.

I do not remember when we were young 
or how large the world once seemed, 
this is one of the things only she knew.